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A prose story based on a playthrough of Modded TES5, wherein my character is a Female Nord specializing in Two-Handed and Light Armor.

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Entry 03: My First Dragon

Evening, Nineteenth of Last Seed, Fourth Era Two Hundred and One   I didn't think I'd be writing again so soon. But so much has happened in the last day. And...I have so much to think about...   It didn't take long to walk from Riverwood to Whiterun, the capitol of Whiterun Hold. That dipshit Sven could have made this trip; would have actually been of use for once. But, for the most part, the people of Riverwood have been good to me, so I owed them. I met with Jarl Balgr
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Entry 02: Riverwood

Nineteenth of Last Seed, Fourth Era Two Hundred and One   I've spent some time in Riverwood, taking Ralof's advice to let the heat die down from the Helgen incident. As such, I've spent a little time doing favors for the townsfolk.   Ralof told me of Embershard Mine, a modest little shaft that had been overrun with bandits. It was easy enough to clear them out, and I was able to collect some of the gear they had made. While selling the gear from the mine and what I
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Entry 01: Helgen

Account of the Seventeenth of Last Seed in the year Two Hundred and One of the Fourth Era.   Oh, where do I even begin? This was not how I imagined my first moments in my homeland. So I was passing through Darkwater Crossing, this little speck of a mining camp in a region called Eastmarch, on my way to the major city-fort of Windhelm. The last information I had about my father, Brevar Renven, was that he was last seen there. Unfortunately for me, there was a skirmish going on betw
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Entry 0: Prologue

My name is Alicia Skull-Smasher, and I leave behind this record of my life in case something happens to me.   In the year 171 of the Fourth Era, my then-pregnant mother, Amaara Resvan, fled our homeland of Skyrim at the onset of The Great War between the Aldmeri Dominion and the Imperial forces in Hammerfell and Cyrodil; leaving our family homestead in The Rift, and finding passage aboard a smuggler's cart to the southern-most reaches of Black Marsh to escape the war. My father, a sold
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